Just like playing with Mark Vinster in the practice room, Chopin's "Improvised Fantasy in C minor" immediately changed without any pauses and became Liszt's "Piano Sonata in B minor". In the low slow board, football

Leave it to the piglet. The cheerful quick-pitched sound played, Zhuo Yang threw away Barak and wanted to return to the football. He continued to walk the floor and opened the curtain of the girl bathing in the hot spring. The football was passed to the butcher De Jong, and then threw away Barak and wanted to return

Football. The movement enters the most intense and dreamy quick-plate, and the waterfall falls into the deep pool.

A wave surged high, Zhuo Yang dodged Barak with only a gap, and the football passed to his second brother Montolivo on his back. Everyone was very surprised. There was no chance in Montolivo, even the simple one

The second brother was also surprised to see the ball coming: I had three defensive players around me, and I couldn't do anything. Why is Zhuo Yang? Looking at Zhuo Yang's clear eyes, the second brother suddenly understood in an instant.

Zhuo Yang's eyes, Ribery, the scar behind Montolivo, instantly understood.

At this moment, Zhuo Yang's music was directing his teammates to cooperate with him. Zhuo Yang closed his eyes again, and only the "Piano Sonata in B minor" was played **.

The roses were rushing to open, and the second brother did not stop the ball. He followed the trend and knocked his heel. The football passed through the crotch of Kufour, who was close to him, making Salihamidic and Hargreaves on both sides a false sense of purpose.

Connected into a sea and spread to the end of the sky. Scar Ribery broke into the penalty area and appeared behind everyone, only his compatriots, French national team leader Lizarazu followed closely.

Falling flowers are flying all over the sky, and dark clouds are rolling in the distance. Scar stops and buckles quickly. Lizarazu, who is passing by, is furious. The strong wind is furious, and the football passes through Kahn's armpit. The soft bass is slow, and the movement is in heavy rain.

It ends when it is about to attack.

Zhuo Yang slowly opened his eyes, still spread his arms, and beside him was the staring Barak.

Scar defeated Lizarazu, a football boss who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Zidane in his country, defeated the world's best goalkeeper Kahn, and equalized the score for Madibor at the last moment of overtime.

Frank Ribery became famous with one goal!

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The Madiborg people on the bench rushed into the field to revel, Ribery was placed on his shoulder by Mertesack, and he was as proud as the great round table knight Arthur.

In the VIP box, Beckenbauer, Heathfield on the sidelines, Barack on the field and Klopp off the field, but looked at Zhuo Yang in horror.

They are people who know the goods.

From the backcourt, Zhuo Yang controlled all the rhythm under his feet. From that time on, he was brewing this last blow. Until his last pass, it seemed to be magical, but behind Montolivo and

Ribery, who moves sideways, is the only opportunity for the entire court.

How did he know that Montolivo would knock behind his back? How did he know that Ribery would suddenly thrust into it? Zhuo Yang's message was the only place that could crush Bayern Munich's defense. How did he find it?

Beckenbauer's hair has been raised. The great Bayern Munich has only two fleeting gaps in front of the C-Class Madiborg in front of the 120 minutes, but the Chinese has found it accurately twice. Prophet Unexpectedly? No,

Must bring him to Munich!

Heathfield had goosebumps. Barack successfully regained his peak state. In front of other teams, he was enough to kill all sides. However, today, facing a Class C team, the brave Barack had half of his energy.

It was not even shown, because of the Chinese. Heathfield looked at Zhuo Yang: Although this Chinese was suppressed by Barack and seemed to lose miserably, he also made Barack very uncomfortable. This kid

It's not easy, you must bring him to Munich!

Barack was creepy. He played against each other a hundred times in the game, and I beat Zhuo ninety-eight times, and there were two more times. In just these two times, Zhuo tied me. No, Zhuo has already won me. You

How did it do it? Why are you so powerful?

Klopp hugged Zhuo Yangxiong, who was soaked in his sweat. Boy, you are so great. On the surface, you don’t show any leakage in this game, and you even suffered a lot against Barack, but I know that you have earned me.

Zhiwei. It was you who led us to force the best team in Germany to punish us with penalty kicks. Boy, you are a hero.

Zhuo Yang didn't say anything. He woke up from the music and kept thinking about a question: mutual penalty kicks? Goal God Kahn? Maybe we still have a chance.

Zhuo Yang remembered his magical intuition three times in more than half a year. He appeared in the first time in the League C away against Ontehaxing. Kopado scored a false penalty. At that time, Zhuo Yang judged it before his shot.

The direction of his shot. Next was the away game between Kaiserslautern in the FA Cup. When Sforza scored a penalty, Zhuo Yang judged the direction of his shot. The ball was later shot by Klose. The third time

It was also in the FA Cup that Madibor challenged Werder Bremen away, Miku scored a penalty, and Zhuo Yang also accurately judged the direction of his shot before he shot.

Zhuo Yang didn't say anything to anyone, because it was too incredible. Zhuo Yang himself couldn't believe it. Maybe it was a blind cat and a dead mouse? But today he thought about the penalty kicks that decided to belong to the championship trophy.

But now I don’t have time to find anyone to study it, and I can’t explain it clearly.

No matter what, take a gamble.

Zhuo Yang shouted at the assistant coach Carlisle who was registering for penalty kicks: "Marcus, put me in the fifth place." Then he went to find goalkeeper Clark Ed, who was lying on the ground and let coach Woolf relax.

Demon.

"Clark, do you believe me?"

"Of course, Zhuo. Of course I believe you, what's wrong?" Edmund was a little surprised.

"Clark, there's no time to explain." Zhuo Yang stared at Edmund's eyes very seriously: "Please believe me. When you save the penalty, look at my gesture. If you point to, you will pounce on it.

Wherever you go. Don’t hesitate, don’t look at your opponent’s fake moves.”

Edmund: "…"

"Zhuo Yang..., what's the situation..." Edmund was covered with clouds and mist.

"Clark, look into my eyes. Believe me, I will explain it to you later. Believe me, we can win the championship, you can beat Kahn and beat the great Oliver Kahn."

"...Okay! Zhuo, I believe you. Although I don't know why, I believe you. After winning the championship, I will invite you to dive at the beach." Edmund agreed.

The list of penalty orders between the two sides is handed over to the referee. Madiborg is: Mertesack, Scar, Pig, Second Brother, Zhuo Yang, Butcher, Tommy, Lauren... The order of Bayern Munich is:

Barack, Kovac, Ze Roberto, Pizarro, Hargreaves, Sanior, Lizarazu...

The result of Mertesak and Kahn guessing the coins was first punished by Madibor.

The vicious and hideous Oliver Kahn walked to the door with a look of wanting to eat people on his face, like a tiger ready to go.

However, the Chinese say: A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger!
Chapter completed!